Monday, August 29, 2011

I Hate Goodbyes.

I hate goodbyes.  If I never have to see one of these


in front of a friend’s house again it would be too soon.  Unless it’s because they are moving in next door to me.  The house next door is for sale, by the way.  It might be the perfect start to our commune!

This is the second time this summer we’ve said goodbye to dear friends.  I don’t handle emotion very well so I stay busy and ignore the people I am sad are moving.  It’s not like you help people move because you love lifting heavy stuff and cleaning.  If you did that you would be a professional mover.  You do it because of the love you have for them and the desire to be around them just a little longer before they must go.

This morning we were on our way to help our friends load up and I had that icky feeling in my stomach.  But I had my magic rag and mop in hand and got right to work cleaning up as they loaded.

But the time comes when you have to leave and say goodbye.  I’ve decided it’s okay to cry although I fight it so hard my whole face turns beat red.  And summer moves are great because I’m usually wearing sunglasses.

Sometimes we have to say goodbye forever when we lose someone we love to death, not just a move.  When God created man, we were meant to live forever.  In the Garden of Eden there was no death or pain until sin came into the world.  We weren’t made for goodbyes.

“He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.”  Ecclesiastes 3:11

All I could think about today was how I can’t wait for heaven.  There will be no goodbyes there.  All of us that believe in Jesus will be there together.  We’ll have the closeness we long for.  Forever worshipping our Savior.  No pain and no tears and no death. 

And I head a loud voice from the throne saying, “Now the dwelling of God is with men, and He will live with them.  They will be his people and God himself will be with them and be their God.  He will wipe ever tear from their eyes.  There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”  Revelation 21:3-4


I long for that day.  For Jesus to come back.  For all of us to be together, forever. 

Because I hate goodbyes.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Interesting -- from the way you write, I would not have guessed that you have a hard time crying! Your emotions are so beautiful on the "page" (screen) . . . I know you friends and our Father would find them just as beautiful running down your cheeks.